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Going Insane
Figuratively speaking love is the light
Passion is the drawer
That calls me near
And your voice is the grievious song
trembling within my ear
I can see you
Picture you at night walking down the hall
Reality doesn't matter
After all nothing matters at all.
I walk towards you and....
....Here I am reaching
Reaching for something I can't grasp.
Getting closer and I feel of faint
Am I about to collaspe?
I feel a shortage of breath
My throat is enclosing
...well it is misfortune,
Misfortune I am now opposing
Thinking now because I can't understand
I reached for you
I thought I touched your hand.
But as I recall my hand went right through
And I felt...
...Felt nothing of you.
Here I sit with skin gravely pale
Arms scorched...
...As if I were engulfed by the firery pits of hell
Looking at the surfacing of the roof
Not distinguishing between what's real and what's not
Sweat slowly colliding down my cheeks as if it's hot
Because I know it's the hour in which you come
Tormenting me as if you were here
When in truth you're really no where near
I wish only that you weren't illusional
And that every night I wouldn't feel as if I'm dillusional
You should be here.
Why did you leave?
I sit here with a broken heart.
I can never piece the puzzle back together...
... now that pieces are apart.
Every night this scene is played
But you're only within my head
I can't except the fact that you're really dead.
I know that you could never be given your life back
But that won't ease the pain
I'm sitting here slowly going insane.
